BORN GREAT
Ooh!holy God of the good heavens!
In graces you ensue in power and resplendency.
Thou art a mighty nonesuch of indescribable eminence,
Fill up to the lofty brims of the suspended skies.
GREAT wonderers of blue seas, deep oceans, sharp grit, amazing gems and minerals, flourishing foliage, awesome aqua-bodies, and the perfect humans.

Ooh! what a rasp day of rack mumbles and stressful severe strains.
The day I was rid of squared and cubed *foetal discharge,
Held strong by fleshy bones and bolts of the full-bossomly gut fender.
The great day some generous cries make me wild from the seeming underworld pains.
This one time an event, my frail mind tugged at me that i-am-in-for-it,
In for what? in for what I will tussle and be at odds with, that I can seem or seem not to conquer.

God bless those who bore me.
Even the spirits of the prevailing tendencies recite their praises like the mellufluous songfest of the heavenly arch-angels,
As if they know that what lies behind are tiny; big, crack and crevices across swift angles.
Through pangs of persistent pains, they bred me.
With frightening cautionary-tale, a caveat at the outset was handed down on me.
covered deep in the sea, high up on the mountain, they remain and will forever mean a world to me.

Now that the wilder scrum grows,
The calmer I should be like the harmless capers.
Holy!God help me that I may hit on it harder and accelerate a bit faster.
Without a contrasting muscle over,
And no flicker of doubt on my face.
Basking is my heart with unquenching euphoria.